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The poetry of the earth is never dead.
John Keats
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John Keats
Age: 25 †
Born: 1795
Born: October 31
Died: 1821
Died: February 23
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...I leaped headlong into the Sea, and thereby have become more acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice.
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Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches little space they stop But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek Then off at once, as in a wanton freak: Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
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A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves.
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O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.
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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
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I am convinced more and more day by day that fine writing is next to fine doing, the top thing in the world.
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What is there in thee, Moon! That thou should'st move My heart so potently?
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